Frank: And then she dug up Marie's nice rosebush. She's gotta be stopped.
Marie: My roses! [hits Frank] Oh, you horrible brute!
Frank: It wasn't me, it was Debra. Debra, you're on.
Marie: Oh, stop it. Admit it was you.
Frank: I'll admit it when you tell me what you did with my clothes.
Marie: They're gone.
Frank: Where are they?
Marie: I dropped them off at a homeless shelter, and they're being used to wash cars.